The waves of the scene rolled, and the eyes widened.
The aloof emperor appeared!
Is the princess about to escape for the third time? Does she need to escape? Does she need permission? With a lifted foot, she steps onto the moon, turns around, and travels through the universe. Need! To! Escape!?
Is this person also one of those who want her to be queen?
But what’s with this attitude?
When it comes to the two words ‘Your Majesty,’ spoken calmly and clearly, why does it give off a strong sense of irony?
Not to mention the guards who bow down when they see her, even the black-clad beauty who seems to hold a high position, at least bows upon seeing her. This one is truly noble and aloof.
Just sitting there boldly, with a casual remark, and her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
What’s on the ceiling? Is there a beautiful woman as vibrant as her?
“Dear, kneel!” she immediately replied, lifting her chin high.
In a contest, one must not lose composure. While you look at the roof, I’ll also look at the roof, and I can see even higher than you.
Upon hearing this unexpected response, the person in white on the bed finally decided to lower his gaze. He raised a finger, and Jing Hengbo’s whole body relaxed as the previous constraints disappeared.
“Goodbye, dear!”
With a swish, Jing Hengbo disappeared at lightning speed.
Joking aside, the beauty is tempting, but you also need a life to enjoy it. This person is a pursuer of Dahuang, and he seems to have an even more formidable background and stronger means than Yelu qi, not to mention his attitude—full of killing intent!
She was willing to bet her life on a single strand of hair. If she didn’t escape brilliantly at this moment, she would surely have a very uneventful future.
“Swoosh.” In the next instant, Jing Hengbo appeared in her room.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to run away, but the gold and silver are still in the house. If she doesn’t take them with her, will she starve to death on her way to escape?
She didn’t have time to catch her breath, heading straight for the back of the bed. In the corner under the bed, there was an old mouse hole where she hid her money. The proprietress of “Feng Lai Qi” was adept at stealthily pilfering from others’ private stashes. Wherever she went, she could strip away a layer of skin, but only the mouse hole could escape her attention.
Moving the bed, there was a wall behind it, and beneath the wall was the hiding spot for her money. Behind the wall was the place where she usually bathed, with a wooden tub and other items.
As the bed shifted, Jing Hengbo was momentarily stunned.
Where was the wall?
The wall behind the bed, where the money was hidden, had suddenly disappeared! Now she could directly see the bathing tub through the faint mist.
Wait a minute, a faint mist… Was there hot water in the tub? But she hadn’t instructed anyone to fetch water for a bath just now. Where did the hot water come from? And most importantly, where was the wall? Where was it?
Jing Hengbo felt a slight numbness all over her body. Everything in front of her surpassed her understanding of the world. Could it be that staying in her room for too long allowed even the walls to develop spiritual energy, enabling them to teleport?
What was even more baffling was that after the mist, a faint figure appeared.
Clad in white, with a snowy hem and sleeves, a faint golden pearl adorned the tightly fastened collar, gleaming slightly in the pale mist.
“The first time.” The mist was ethereal, and his voice, clear and resolute, cut through it.
Jing Hengbo staggered.
How did this guy pop up? How did he know she would teleport here? Can he also teleport?
The back window was open, and the water vapor formed a light mist-like flowing clouds. The night breeze lifted the man’s clothing, creating a ripple-like pattern, reminiscent of delicate cursive calligraphy extending from the sleeve to the hem. His black hair also slightly billowed as if intending to fly into the moonlit night.
If a talented scholar or poet were present at this moment, they would probably shake their heads and recite a line like “As if the moon is covered by light clouds, and fluttering like snow covered by the flowing wind.” However, Jing Hengbo was too preoccupied with retreating.
Overwhelmed with shock, her legs felt weak, and she couldn’t teleport immediately. Stumbling backward, she accidentally bumped into a hard object with a loud thud.
Instinctively reaching back, she confirmed that she had hit the dressing table. Thinking of the treasures in the drawer and the gold hairpins and silver hairpins on the table, she swiftly turned around.
Gold hairpins and silver hairpins were valuable items, and they could also serve as weapons. Grabbing a handful for self-defense was a priority!
More importantly, with a flip of the dressing table mirror, she could open a secret door. She had intentionally lubricated the bearings with oil, so a simple push would suffice!
Jing Hengbo grabbed a bottle of shavings oil from the table and hurled it, shouting, “Watch my Bone-Eroding Soul-Enchanting Tumble, turning red waves into joyful dancing dragons, wind-induced spring delight scattering at the slightest touch!”
As the bottle was thrown, she turned and lunged toward the mirror. A fierce push and she could enter the secret door, then teleport—
Jing Hengbo’s hand had already touched the mirror, but suddenly, she stopped.
The brass mirror’s surface was smooth and bright, reflecting a figure.
Clad in white, as pure as snow, with a tightly fastened collar, a discreet yet luxurious faint golden pearl shimmered. The brilliance of the brass couldn’t overshadow its glow.
He was too tall, and standing, the mirror could only capture him up to his collar.
“The second time.” He remained calm and stern, unmoved by the situation. Even the faint golden pearl on his collar, positioned high and mighty, sparkled with a chilling radiance.
Jing Hengbo’s heart turned cold. Where did this persistent ghost come from?
What about the bottle she had thrown just now? When it was thrown, the lid was already open. There should have been a sound when it fell into the water, right? How did it disappear into thin air? It didn’t even delay the person for a second.
She thought that this guy, dressed so modestly, must be highly guarded against various things in the brothel. He should have taken some evasive action. However, without any twists or turns, she saw him again in the mirror.
What’s more troublesome is that she found this guy had a strong aura. It’s not the kind describing temperament but rather the place he occupied. The air seemed particularly heavy, almost tangible on all sides. She had no confidence in teleporting far in such an atmosphere.
Even if she exerted all her strength, she might only be able to teleport from in front of him to his side.
Where did this icy character come from? Back then, even the formidable Black-clothed Beauty Guru had been formidable, and she managed to escape smoothly after playing her tricks. Why is this guy so difficult to deal with now?
Jing Hengbo lunged forward, determined to disregard everything and enter the secret room. Regardless, she needed to escape the space where he was!
A crisp ‘bang’ echoed, lingering in the air.
Jing Hengbo let out a loud cry, collapsing onto the mirror, and covering her forehead with tearful eyes. Watching a vividly colored bump slowly rise on her smooth forehead, against the backdrop of her snowy white skin, was quite a spectacle.
The secret door didn’t open; she, with all her might, collided with the mirror.
Jing Hengbo’s eyes, filled with a tearful desire to cry, slowly shifted to her side.
At her side was a finger.
The finger was immaculate, elegantly shaped, with crystal-clear fingertips resembling the color of ice. At this moment, Jing Hengbo was sprawled in front of the mirror, and the man was standing extremely close behind her. His arm extended from behind, holding onto the secret door. The two were close, and if the man lowered his head, his chin would be close to the top of Jing Hengbo’s head. From behind, it might look like an embrace. Although the man’s body was slightly turned away, appearing unwilling to get too close, the reflection in the mirror portrayed a somewhat romantic scene, reminiscent of the delicate interaction between lovers.
However, Jing Hengbo was in no mood to appreciate the moment. She just wanted to tilt her head and fiercely bite off this detestable hand.
It was this finger, firmly pressing against the edge of the mirror, blocking the rotation of the secret door, thwarting her escape plan.
Must be punished!
Jing Hengbo thought so and did the same.
She tilted her head, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and licked the finger.
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